us are them.

woke up this morning haha alabama3, and All the love has gone and all i had in my head was Radiohead's Just:

You do it to yourself, you do
and that's what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

i turn on the tv, to watch the news. nobody is saying much about the aley incident at dawn—well not enough to quench my thirst anyway. I will have to wait for Ous to appear online to ask him about it. I can't believe how shitty all the media coverage is this time. For the past 2/3 days, i have been following the stories from my friends who were able to stay online although barricaded in their houses. i chatted my way into information. otherwise i think i would've went mad. because this is a maddening situation. enno, what the hell happened? how the hell did we end-up in this reservoir-dog-ear-cutting scenario? and the question here is who is doing the little dance?

i zap.
amanpour is talking about north corea.
the otv guy is talking bout aley. too bad the source is not so reliable. well anyway they r all adepts of tattletale journalism, well maybe except for that lady who started screaming on tv yesterday night. so hard to believe anything.
mtv, mark ronson's just. then i must be right!
they do do it to themselves, they do,
and that's what really hurts
they do i to to ourselves, just them,
them, us and noone else.

convinced.

of resisting.

will it end?

real estate sucks.

i go out of the country for 10 days, and comeback to see that they demolished that lovely half-house i photographed/featured 2 posts ago.

sweet, ain't it?

sheep beat ants.

a few nights ago, Rooj 'n i went to a lovely small concert. when the doors opened for us to get in, naturally, all people rushed to it, and, quite instinctively Rooj says, leh men dalna ghanam? why do we keep acting like sheep?—which is often said about the lebanese in regards to their resistance to behave orderly in a social/civic context, notably in their resistance to waiting in lines.
in an effort to joke-slash-rationalize the moment, i reminded him that there is no need to wait in line like ants; that where our ‘sheepy’ behaviour seems erratic and completely uncalled for, the ‘anty’ option was quite outside of our nature.
we are sheep. i think i've said this once before.
We tend to move together, you'd rarely find a lebanese wandering away from the flock. the lebanese like to conform to their self-set limitations and codes. they rarely want to break the system, our history proves this: we only decide to move against the current if a shepherd dog leads us out of the way into a new one.
enter the metaphor of the sheep on the cliff: a sheep throws himself off the cliff, the flock follows. yeah, we are like that.
plus, women tend to walk in our streets dangling around their asses. so that works too.
ultimately, i wouldn't want to be an ant.
why stand in a line all alone, when i can stand between a puddle of people, arms and shoulders rubbing, feeling the warmth of the bodies standing around, smelling the BO of most, inhaling deposits of experiences left behind?

where the hell was i.

the 1000th day mark


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somewhere in Keserwan, between the trees on a foggy, drizzly day, with M, L & C.


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The 2 buildings i love most on my way to work every freakin' day.


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the other hole i was buried in for all this time.


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singstaring my ass out. the night i kicked K's ass on Ordinary World.


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chinese store hygiene pads. funny. sunny girl.


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Blossoming almond trees in Chouf on ZOoz, K n L's day out.


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The view on most of my after-work nights out.


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Czech hybrid cheese?!


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czech sarcasm at it's best.




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what this anthology lacks is the fact that i haven't written for 9 months, and that's shameful ZOozoo. During this time, i had a lovely light summer, a cool enlightening trip to London, then a shitty 6 months workin' my ass off for ungrateful stupid corporate clients. The worse is that i had to drag happy-n-gay-K with me, the poor soul; she hates now as much as i do. i ruined her.
Then i finally decided to go visit Hos in Praha, CZ. Then Pregnant Mou made her entrance, and that is quite a load of fun. Then i left to cz, it was a lotta fun and a lotta cold but a lotta fun.
and now am back to both lebanon and blogging. sweet.

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Soundtracks of that period of my life include:
- the brillantissime new !!!
- the enivrant Iron&Wine
- the awesome I'm Not There OST
- the elegantissime Feist
- Nick Cave's Dig, Lazarus! Dig!
- inRainbows, ob-f*****-viously
- The Paris Derniere Compilations
- BabyShambles' There She Goes
- and a shitload of shitty 90s songs (including the OST for empire records, sad but true)